Texture

It’s not that I have a shortage of material about which to write. I’m just in a writing malaise. So I’m returning (at least for tonight) to the canned topic. It’s kind of like going to the gym. Every now and then one just has to get in there and do something to avoid falling off and getting soft. For me, the gym analogy really has not meaning since I fell off years ago and am about as soft as they come. Here’s the prompt.

Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative to you?

This is a tough one. Perhaps I’m not really a tactile person. There is just one thing I’m thinking of right now. It is the smooth, plastic texture of the keys on my Macbook. That’s a no-brainer. My fingers are on them right now. In fact, they’re probably in contact with my digits as much as anything else during the course of a day. It’s a unique texture and it evokes thoughts of writing — writing I haven’t been doing lately. I’ve had this laptop for four years now. The keys have gotten a bit smoother since I first started typing on them. I’ve certainly used them to craft my fair share of words. It’s kind of bothering me that, given all the things I have hammered out on this keyboard the words are currently struggling to get out. Oh well… The 200-odd words I just tapped out will have to suffice for now. It’s late and I’m tired.

Harvey’s Cast of Characters

New to my blog? Wondering who all these people are whom I so lovingly mention from time to time? Here's a handy guide to the characters in Harvey's universe!

Harvey: That's your's truly. Not my real name. I'm a faithful Catholic, husband, father, teacher, former TV producer, and writer who's just trying to make a difference in this little piece of earth I call home. I have a penchant for coffee, disco, gin, and anything fun.

Mrs. Harvey: My lovely wife since 2007. Why she married me, I'll never know; but I'm sure glad she did. Love of my life, mother of my children... She puts up with me, expecting nothing in return. So far, she's gotten a pretty good return on her investment.

Baby Girl: Our seven year-old daughter. She has my eyes, my heart, and my birthday (even to the exact minute!). Loves girly things, her brother, and expressing herself artistically. Takes after her dad in appearance but that doesn't seem to have affected her beauty. Reason #2 I'm in awe of my siring capabilities.

(My) Mom: Amazing woman who brought me into the world. Doesn't get to visit us much in person due to trans-continental distance but she and I speak via FaceTame almost every day. A native New Yorker, she and I laugh at the same twisted things. If you like this blog, thank her. She knows her kids and encouraged me to write years ago.

Wilma: OK, so that's her real name. Texas born and bred, Wilma is my mother-in-law, cancer-warrior, prayer partner, drinking buddy, and one of the most genuinely awesome human beings on the planet.

le.Rheims: My baby sister and fellow blogger. She writes far better than I do and never lets me forget it. She prefers to be known as a well-known socialite and composer of light verse but I think sister, wife, and mother of 8 suits her better.

Praise From Other Bloggers!

Harvey is a funny, witty and interesting read. Want to know what's going on in the world of Harvey? Then make a point to subscribe to his blog! You just never know when those pesky Weebles will show up. Hmmm, speaking of Weebles - haven't heard from them in a while (wink). Seriously, you just never know what to expect and whatever you find, it never disappoints! -- Debbi Robertson @ Photos and Facets

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